Coleridge, Shelley, Goethe: Biographic Aesthetic StudiesLee and Shepard, 1880 - 297 pàgines |
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... THOUGHTS OF JOSEPH JOUBERT . With a Biographical Notice . 16mo , tinted paper , cloth , beveled $ 1.00 1.50 1.50 1.50 1.50 FIRST YEARS IN EUROPE . 1 vol . , 12mo .. ........................... . 1.50 LIFE AND WORKS OF GOETHE . An Essay ...
... THOUGHTS OF JOSEPH JOUBERT . With a Biographical Notice . 16mo , tinted paper , cloth , beveled $ 1.00 1.50 1.50 1.50 1.50 FIRST YEARS IN EUROPE . 1 vol . , 12mo .. ........................... . 1.50 LIFE AND WORKS OF GOETHE . An Essay ...
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... thoughts on the weaknesses and failures of this remarkable man ; so that , if we think of them at all , we think of them only with a plaintive murmur , because through them we have been bereft of some of the harvest we had a right to ...
... thoughts on the weaknesses and failures of this remarkable man ; so that , if we think of them at all , we think of them only with a plaintive murmur , because through them we have been bereft of some of the harvest we had a right to ...
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... thought springing forward into the two wonderful lines , " And mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war . " And the passage , instead of leaving on the reader an impression of calm , strange beauty , kindles ...
... thought springing forward into the two wonderful lines , " And mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war . " And the passage , instead of leaving on the reader an impression of calm , strange beauty , kindles ...
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... thought weaves about itself for its poetic incarnation . Kubla Khan is a fragment , just as is a much longer , and his greatest , poem , Christabel . In the autumn of 1797 Coleridge , then in poor health , had retired to a lonely ...
... thought weaves about itself for its poetic incarnation . Kubla Khan is a fragment , just as is a much longer , and his greatest , poem , Christabel . In the autumn of 1797 Coleridge , then in poor health , had retired to a lonely ...
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... thought than any statesman's oration . To permit himself to be arrested in an immortal flight , as was this of Kubla ... thoughts in others . In Coleridge there was so deep an inwardness that , when abstracted from the outer world ...
... thought than any statesman's oration . To permit himself to be arrested in an immortal flight , as was this of Kubla ... thoughts in others . In Coleridge there was so deep an inwardness that , when abstracted from the outer world ...
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Coleridge, Shelley, Goethe: Biographic Aesthetic Studies George Henry Calvert Visualització completa - 1880 |
Coleridge, Shelley, Goethe: Biographic Æsthetic Studies (Classic Reprint) George H. Calvert Previsualització no disponible - 2015 |
Coleridge, Shelley, Goethe: Biographic Æsthetic Studies (Classic Reprint) George H. Calvert Previsualització no disponible - 2018 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 217 - On a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses.
Pàgina 243 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Pàgina 23 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. " He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us He made and loveth all.
Pàgina 20 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Pàgina 20 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Pàgina 141 - I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power, for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannise Without reproach or check.
Pàgina 140 - Thoughts of great deeds were mine, dear Friend, when first The clouds which wrap this world from youth did pass. I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why: until there rose From the near school-room, voices, that, alas! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Pàgina 241 - All he had loved, and moulded into thought, From shape, and hue, and odour, and sweet sound, Lamented Adonais. Morning sought Her eastern watch-tower, and her hair unbound, Wet with the tears which should adorn the ground, Dimmed the aereal eyes that kindle day; Afar the melancholy thunder moaned, Pale Ocean in unquiet slumber lay, And the wild Winds flew round, sobbing in their dismay.
Pàgina 106 - If Hope prostrate lie, Love, too, will sink and die. But Love is subtle, and doth proof derive From her own life that Hope is yet alive ; And bending o'er, with soul-transfusing eyes, And the soft murmurs of the mother dove, Woos back the fleeting spirit, and half supplies ; Thus Love repays to Hope what Hope first gave to Love.
Pàgina 249 - Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been! Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm — to one who worships thee, And every form containing thee, Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind.